Mary's work is...

sublime, delicate yet powerful. Her use of color is sophisticated, and she evokes a mysterious quality in her work that is both emotional and playful. I enjoy looking at Mary’s pieces because they always say so much to me and I never get tired of looking at them.”

— Rima M., artist and art teacher

When I see Mary's art...

I am always reminded that she is a poet ­– curious and observant and open. Whatever she paints, whether flowers, shoes or portraits, she finds their personalities. When her work is abstract or includes words, I am equally moved by her color choices and kind, ironic wit. Her art is never sentimental.”

— Susan G., artist

Mary's art makes...

me feel serene and joyful! A sense of calm comes over me.”

— Julie U., artist

Nails by Mail

Nails by Mail

Since we've been restricted to our homes, I've missed retail shopping (sorry, Chico's). I have nowhere special to go, and my new fashion statement pieces are masks for essential trips and earrings for Zoom meetings. I’m also paying more attention to my fingernails...

Looking for Mail

Looking for Mail

“Mr. ZIP is on the street,” my husband tells me when he sees the Postal Service truck at the corner. Don adopted that nickname in reference to the character the USPS used to illustrate ZIP codes when we were young.* He tells me so that I’m warned that mail will be...

New Exhibit at Woman Made Gallery

New Exhibit at Woman Made Gallery

  “Letting the Dust Settle,” mixed media on canvas, was juried into the “Loss, A Virtual Exhibition” at Woman Made Gallery in Chicago. The show will run online Sept. 4-27, 2020. View the show at womanmade.org.

Woman Made Gallery Exhibit

Woman Made Gallery Exhibit

  While many art galleries have closed because of COVID-19, I’m pleased to be part of an online show at Woman Made Gallery in Chicago, Ill. “Grounded,” mixed media on wood, is part of the “Home: Virtual Exhibition,” through July 30. View it online HERE....

On Shaky Ground

On Shaky Ground

The Earthquake The earth trembled And rocked with the rolling surge Of a colicky ocean wave And glass bottles vibrated Like echoing bells And books leaped from The library’s rattling shelves. I awoke And registered the earthquake On my personal Richter scale And...